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hannahbarberra162 · 25 days ago

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Victoria Punk Breeding Farm, Part 3 (Hybrid AU, standalone-ish chapter)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

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Note: this chapter could be read as a standalone. It has some angst but it's mostly smut. It's light vibes and it is consensual. It does tie into the other two chapters but it could be read on its own.

As always, thank you to @don-mellow for sentencing me to a lifetime in horny prison. You can check out their Patreon and see the lil Mosh sketch that inspired 7k+ worth of smut if you want.

You frowned as you eased your expensive low riding car down the muddy unpaved gravel road taking you towards your destination. Your sweet baby was meant to hug the city streets, not dodge potholes on some backwards ass farm, you thought to yourself as the body of the car shuddered. Luckily, you were a phenomenal driver so your baby would make it through the trip in one piece. Stopping in front of a worn yellow sign, you turned your sports car into the drive for the Victoria Punk Breeding Farm with a heavy sigh. You passed a few large vehicles, studded with rust, and sniffed your disdain. Sure, you grew up on a farm too, but you treated your car like it was your actual child. You’d never let your car rust out or come to harm under your hand.

You hadn’t wanted to come to the Farm at all but your body had finally forced your hand. You were a hybrid cow, though you didn’t look like a typical hybrid. And unfortunately for you, being a hybrid cow meant that you went into estrus once a month. It was kind of like a short-lived heat, only about six to ten hours but it was intense. Your hormones had you wanting to breed with the biggest, largest bull you could find but you'd stuffed the desire down for as long as you could remember. In fact, you spent so much of your adult life denying your genetics that it had come to bite you in the ass. You’d tried having human partners sate your need for bull cock but as the months and years went on, your estrus became more and more painful as you denied your body what it needed. What you needed was a bull - and you were here to hire one.

You had scoured sources looking for a discreet rural farm that could tend to your animalistic needs and the Victoria Punk Breeding Farm fit the bill perfectly. The farm had no online pictures, no website, no reviews, hell if you hadn’t found it referenced on the deep web you wouldn’t be sure it existed either. But you’d called the number from a prepaid snail and someone named Killer had confirmed that they did indeed take monthly breeding clients. You’d had your slot booked by the end of the call with only a few details needed over the phone.

There was good reason for you to be secretive over your hybrid needs. If people found out your well hidden secret it would be catastrophic to your business and personal life. Hybrids weren’t legally lesser than humans but they were discriminated against in ways that made it hard for hybrids to compete with humans. Hybrids could be put under guardianship easily, they had fewer job and housing opportunities and could legally be refused services for no other reason than genetics. Right now you had your life on the trajectory you wanted - you had human friends and a high paying job as an attorney. A human attorney.

Luckily, no one in New World City knew you were a hybrid since you appeared and acted so human. You had won the genetic lottery and could pass as human easily so you’d taken advantage of that fact to become an attorney. You did everything in your power to maintain your appearance as a ball busting completely human lawyer and that meant you couldn’t blast the news that you were off to be plowed by some bull during your estrus. Instead you told everyone you were going to visit your old great Aunt and took PTO for a long weekend out in the country.

Turning off your car's engine in the gravel driveway, you threw your purse over your shoulder and strode to the large barn in front of you. You had left straight from the office and didn’t think to change your clothes or shoes so you had to pick your way through the gravel driveway to make it to the barn. You still had a pair of farm boots in the back of your closet but you didn’t think to bring them with you since you were much more focused on the…physical aspects of the upcoming event. You stepped up the stairs of the wooden porch, taking in the dilapidated looking building. Opening the unlocked screen door, you let it close behind you with a bang. There was a man in a white and blue striped mask sitting at a desk, looking over cook books and writing notes in a ledger. You crossed your arms and cleared your throat to get his attention but he didn’t look up.

“Excuse me,” you stated in irritation. The man finally picked his head up from his work but didn’t say anything. You couldn’t make out his expression because of his mask but he didn’t seem to be in a rush to help you.

“I’m here for an appointment ,” you stated primly while drumming your fingers against your arm. You'd never been the most patient person and now was no exception.

“We don’t service humans,” he stated after looking at you, then back down to his work.

“Good thing I’m not human. I’m a hybrid, I booked this appointment over the phone a few days ago with you. I can show you my birth certificate if you need.” You had prepared for this outcome, afraid that they wouldn’t believe you were a hybrid, so you brought your papers with you proving that you were born a hybrid to hybrid parents.

“No need,” the man stated, still not standing up. He remained silent for a few seconds longer before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Well, is someone going to help me?” you asked while tapping your foot against the wood floor. The masked man’s face tilted to the side before he raised his hand to his face and yelled out towards the open doorway separating the front room from the rest of the barn.

“MOSH! CLIENT’S HERE!”

You noticed he didn’t answer your question. Now your fingers were drumming, your toe tapping, and your eye twitching. You couldn’t stand being ignored or having your time wasted. Hell, you charged 5,000 beri an hour for your legal advice and this bull had just wasted several minutes of your precious time for free.

“Bratty?” asked the largest bull you’d ever seen in your life. The man with the mask working at the desk was huge, with rippling muscles, well over your height, and large horns that could gore someone with ease. But he looked like a regular human in comparison to the bull easing himself sideways through the doorway.

“Worse. Difficult. Have fun,” the masked bull said with a facetious salute towards the large bull coming through the open doorway. Your head had to tilt up to view the face of the bull you’d have to endure for your estrus. If being a hybrid was a spectrum, you were way at one end - you looked and acted completely human with no visible hybrid characteristics. Mosh was on the other end of the spectrum - there was no mistaking that he was a hybrid from first glance. He was the most bullish looking hybrid you’d ever seen, even during your days on your home farm. In fact, if he hadn’t been bipedal, he could almost have been mistaken for a complete bull.

He made his way over to you, his long tail swishing behind him. It ended in a fine plume of long, bright pink hair that matched the vibrant ponytail on his head. His horns weren’t the longest you'd ever seen but they were thick and brown, which contrasted nicely against his hair. His legs were much more animal-like as his calves were set behind the knees and ended in a fine set of hooves. You'd heard that some hybrids had hooves but you'd never actually seen any yourself. He was big and beefy and there was no doubt he was a breeding bull. If he could satisfy you, you wouldn't care if he had a horn coming out his forehead.

He was wearing very little - a loincloth covered his lower half and a harness crossed his chest, the shoulder straps covered in spikes. His nipples were pierced and you could see his bulging muscles even as he was simply walking. Your mouth watered but you kept your composure - he was exactly your type. You'd always been attracted to the largest, most muscular man in any room. Human men could be larger than you and you always gravitated towards men who towered over you, making you feel smaller. It was some kind of biological drive that you'd never taken the time to examine in yourself. Just looking at Mosh made you wonder if you should have sought out bulls before, even ones with shitty attitudes like these.

“I'm not difficult , I have high expectations,” you gritted out at Mosh but directing the comment at Killer. Mosh looked you up and down, his eyes raking over your form in your tight fitting office clothes. After a moment, the pink haired bull snorted at you, which blew his bangs out of his face momentarily.

“Let's go, heifer,” he said, not acknowledging your statement. He led the way, holding the door open for you as you trailed behind him. You could almost feel his eyes glued to your ass as you walked in front of him. Suddenly your world went off kilter as Mosh picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“H-hey! Put me down!” you demanded, trying to use the voice of authority that always worked in court. It would probably have been more effective if you hadn’t squeaked out the first word but maybe he would still listen.

He didn’t.

You tried yelling at him to put you down but he ignored you completely, marching on as if it was completely normal to have a cow resting on his shoulder, pounding on his back. Finally resigning yourself to being carried like a little calf, Mosh carried you on to another building set behind the barn. It was a normal farm house, complete with an open porch with rocking chairs. The house reminded you of the farm you grew up on, sitting on the deck on long summer nights with your grandparents. Mosh opened the front door with a heavy hoof kick, breaking you from your thoughts. Stomping up the stairs, Mosh turned the knob to a large bedroom.

The room was sparsely decorated - it had one of the largest beds you had ever seen, the sheets and covers tangled up together. There was a door to an ensuite bathroom, a rather large bookshelf filled with older books, and a large wooden desk with an office chair. The only decoration on the wall was a mural of the same design you’d seen on the entrance to the farm, a jolly roger with a knife and red hair with goggles atop the head. Mosh set you down on your feet gently and plopped himself down in the office chair with a thud, spreading his thighs. You could see the bulge of his cock and heavy balls against his loincloth and it made you want to peek under to see the whole package.

“C’mon, little cow. Take off your clothes, lemme see what I’m working with,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his arms behind his head. His broad chest spread out, making you want to lick and bite his nipples. You’d done it a few times in the past but your other partners had been neutral or hadn’t liked it.

“Right down to business then?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow. You crossed your arms across your chest again, though not in annoyance this time. Crossing your arms squished your boobs together slightly, showing off a little cleavage. You were already feeling horny and you wanted the experience to start sooner rather than later.

“I can smell the estrus on ya. It’s your choice - either take off your clothes now, or I’ll rip em off ya in about an hour when you beg me to,” he said with a shrug. His bluntness was a little surprising but it didn’t upset you. On the contrary, you found his upfront nature complimentary to your own. You couldn't stand when people beat around the bush or said things they didn't mean - anything that wasted your time was a crime in your opinion.

Looking over the satisfied bull, you decided to give him a little show, let him know he wasn’t the only person in the room with power. Sure, he was good looking, but you were the one with money and a job in the city. You started unbuttoning your blouse slowly, your fingers dancing their way elegantly to rid yourself of your button down. Letting the shirt hang open, you took your time to expose the even skin of your chest, untainted by cow spots and ran your fingers over your decolletage. Finally removing your arms from the sleeves of your shirt, you placed it on the bed, leaving you only in your bra, pencil skirt and heels. Mosh’s eyes were glued to you as you unzipped the zipper on the side of your skirt, slowly wiggling your hips from side to side in order to free your ass from the confines of your clothes. The skirt dropped to the floor and you stepped out of the pooled fabric towards him.

“No panties?” he asked, palming his massive erection over his loincloth.

“Nope,” you said, popping your ‘p.’ “This has been on my mind all day, thought I would spare us both the time of taking them off,” you practically purred, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. You held the bodice across your chest as you slipped your arms out of the lacey affair, making sure you were still covered. Mosh watched you with rapt attention as you finally moved your arm, letting the bra fall to the ground. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as he took in the sight of your naked form. You didn’t want to say anything but having his complete attention was a heady experience. You’d long fantasized about a bull taking you during your estrus, unable to keep his hands away from your body as you both brought each other to repeated ecstasy. You walked your fingers down your legs towards the straps of the red shoes you’d worn as Mosh pulled on one of his horns for stimulation.

“Nah, keep the high heels on. Like those shoes,” he said, practically licking his lips. You leaned your weight onto one leg, thrusting out one well rounded hip to give him the full effect of you in your stiletto heels. They hurt your feet more than humans knew but damn, they made you feel good.

“C’mere, wanna touch that soft skin,” he said, extending his arms to you. You were a little surprised you weren’t starting out on the bed but you’d let him call the shots this round. Your mind was in the pleasantly fuzzy phase of estrus where you were more open and agreeable to things you normally would be prickly about, like following someone else’s orders. You sauntered over to the bull in your sights, a pleased hum coming out of your lips. Just to do a little tease, you turned in a small circle to show yourself off before being within arm’s length. You thought you’d see the same heated look of desire as before, but now Mosh sported a frown.

No one had ever given you that look upon seeing you naked before and you missed a step, almost falling into his lap. You stood before the half naked bull, putting yourself between his spread legs. He ran his rough hands up and down your sides, back, and ass, as if familiarizing himself with your body. He left your tits alone for the moment, much to your surprise and disappointment.

“Where’s your tail?” he asked, concern tinging his tone as his fingers felt along the base of your spine.

“Oh, my parents had it docked when I was a baby. Y’know since I was born with no spots and no horns, they thought I could have a regular life,” you explained. Mosh turned you around and bent you over slightly, so you rested your palms on the large desk in front of you. You felt the breath coming out of his nose on your back as he examined the area.

“So no horns, no spots, no tail. What kinda cow you again?” he asked, his thumb rubbing over the scar where your tail had been. The action made you want to moan - no one had ever prodded at it before and you hadn’t realized how sensitive you were there. His thick fingers continued to work at it, making a tingle start low in your belly.

“J-jersey cow,” you replied, arching your back into his touch. He huffed against your skin once more before turning you around and sitting you on the edge of the desk, his large hands grasping you around the lower stomach.

“That’s sad,” he said as he scooted himself closer to you.

“No it’s not, they wanted the best life for me that I could possibly have. They wanted me to -”

“To not be a hybrid,” Mosh said, finishing your sentence as he drew closer. You didn’t answer but tucked the sting of his statement away for later. Right now, all you could think about was that your tits were at mouth level and you hoped he was going to do something about it. Estrus was hitting you in full and you knew in about an hour you’d be whining and begging him for anything and everything he’d give you.

“‘S alright, I’m gonna show you what a hybrid can do. Lay back,” he ordered. You were all too glad to comply, laying down against the cool grain of the desk. There were stacks of papers on the desk but you tried your best not to disturb them, along with some kind of medical equipment you couldn’t identify. He grabbed your ankles in his massive hands and hiked your legs over his shoulders, your heels a stark contrast to his spotted skin.

“Lemme see that pussy that’s cryin’ for me. I can smell it practically weeping,” he murmured. You were glad he wasn’t trying to kiss your mouth or pretend what you were doing was anything other than a business arrangement. However, you were pleased as punch he was going to kiss your pussy. Sighing and putting your hands behind your head, you hummed as you felt his hot breath edge closer to your already wet pussy.

“Lemme see this lil’ designer cunt,” he said as his roughened fingers spread your lips apart. He sucked in a breath against his teeth. “Shit, no hair? Lookit this cute little thing, you sure you’re not human?” he asked, biting the soft inside of a thigh. You smirked to yourself - part of your maintenance routine was a complete wax of all your body hair, including a full brazilian. Hybrid body hair was a little more wiry than a human’s and you didn’t want to risk it. Besides, it was worth it for a reaction like this.

“N-not humaaAAaahh~!” you started to protest that you weren’t human but were cut off by the longest, strongest tongue you’d ever felt parting your pussy lips. Mosh began lapping at you like a cat with a bowl of cream, licking you in long broad strokes and ending at your clit at the top. His tongue wasn’t exactly like a human’s, it was firmer and strong, not to mention the extreme length Mosh was currently using to his advantage. You were expecting some heavy petting to begin the ordeal but you weren’t complaining about having your pussy eaten like it was manna from heaven.

It felt like Mosh’s tongue was everywhere - the base grinding against your slit while the tip flicked against your clit. He spent what felt like half an hour teasing you, bringing you close to orgasm only to back off at the last moment. It was annoying but you guessed he was trying to prepare you for that giant cock you’d seen earlier. You moaned loudly and rolled your hips trying to get closer. If this was what you’d been missing with a bull, you were sorry for lost time.

Reaching up, you grabbed his horns to pull him closer as he started to work his tongue into you. The pointed heel of your shoe dug into his back but he hardly seemed to notice as the tip of his tongue breached your tight hole. Pushing it further in, he tongue fucked you as he used the tip of his nose to rub against your clit. Closing your eyes, you pulled harder on his horns as he worked you over. You felt your desire winding tighter inside and hoped he didn’t pull away at the last moment.

Which, of fucking course, he did.

You wanted to stomp your foot but they were currently hiked over Mosh’s massive shoulders. “What the fuck?” you said, hitting your fist against the desk. Mosh picked up his head from between your thighs and grinned at you. You didn’t return it.

“So impatient. ‘S gonna take time so I don’t break ya in half. You’ve got nowhere else to go right now. Relax,” he said, pulling you to sitting again. But you couldn’t relax. In fact, you were angrier than you could remember being since the last time you’d lost a case in front of a judge. He started running his index finger up and down your slit slowly, teasing you further.

“Well, Mosh, ” you started to say in an overly patient tone as if you were speaking to a child, “I can’t relax. Right now I’m a little wound up because some one -”

“Didn’t give you what you wanted,” Mosh said, finishing your sentence with a grin as his finger tapped your clit. You wanted to punch him right through his teeth but refrained because you didn’t want to be left high and dry. “And why should I? You’ve been… difficult,” Most said with a twinkle in his eye.

“Oh, you want to play that game? Have me beg with wide eyes and tears? Maybe on hands and knees?” you said, mimicking a sad and pathetic voice.

“Nah, I like you this way. Turn around,” he ordered, his hands already on you and pulling you to the floor. You were standing in front of him as he turned you around and bent you over the large desk, your torso pressed flat against the surface. One of his large hands settled on your mid back, keeping your skin warm despite the cool surface of the desk. Mosh scooted himself closer and you couldn’t help but wiggle in anticipation of his cock.

“Excited, eh? Gotta be patient, keep tellin’ ya,” Mosh chided with good humor, his fingers rubbing your skin. You waited for him to start rubbing your clit to prepare for the main event, but instead he moved a pile of papers to the corner of the desk away from himself and you. Your eyes flicked over the papers in a force of habit before you remembered where you were and that they weren’t your responsibility.

Before you could suck in a breath to start yelling at him, you heard the sound of a metal buckle being unclasped and Mosh stood up and leaned over you. He wasn’t covered in hair but his skin had a much rougher texture than your own. You felt his absolutely massive erection rubbing through your folds and the only thing keeping you from thrusting backwards onto it was his hand on your back. He shifted so that one of his hands was braced on the desk as the other fisted his girthy cock.

“I’m not small, so if you feel anything bad, you gotta let me know,” he rasped into your ear. He began pushing himself slowly into you as his thick cock speared through you. You’d been stretched before but nothing like this - it felt like there wasn’t even room for you to breathe as he continued nearly cleaving you in half. There wasn't anything in the world but Mosh's huge, fat cock as he rocked it slowly into your body.

“That’s it, such a good cow, take a little more, there ya go,” Mosh started to praise you in your ear as he used his free hand to rub at your clit. The praise slut in you rose to the surface as Mosh worked you open until you felt his heavy balls hit the backs of your legs.

“So wet for me, takin’ me so well,” Mosh cooed at you, continuing to rub at your clit. Your face was a little heated from the praise but you were still prone over the desk so it wasn’t like he could see. “Ya ever had a bull cock this big?” he asked. You groaned as he started rubbing the spot where your tail had been again while his other hand continued to rub small circles on your clit.

“N-no,” you moaned out, your cunt tightening around the massive cock within you. You couldn’t wait for the delicious feeling of his thrusts to begin as he….sat down in the chair, with you impaled on his cock. His thighs were so massive that sitting down spread your legs almost wider than was comfortable. You saw red but as you sucked in a breath to yell and scream at this slow-ass bull, he pinched both of your nipples so hard it scrambled your mind.

“Ow! That hurts!” you whined as he rolled your nipples between his fingers.

“ ‘S supposed to, don’t want to hear more from you about wasting time,” Mosh snorted, keeping pressure on your nipples. His entire hands were cupping your breasts, squeezing and groping them as his cock sat within your tight channel. The feeling of being overfull was making you squirm on him as he continued to play with your tits.

“Smell so fuckin’ good,” he said, leaning down to gently bite your shoulder. “Taste fuckin’ good too,” he continued as he kissed up towards your neck. You shifted your weight between your legs trying to feel some friction from his cock but the positioning of your thighs made it nearly impossible. One of Mosh’s arms wrapped around your middle while the other continued to pluck at your nipple. Mosh ground his palm against your lower stomach, making you arch forwards towards his hand. You could feel him pushing on his own cock as you kept shifting and moving. Sweat was beginning to drip down your forehead from the effort of keeping yourself still.

“Feel me in there, little cow? Deep in ya? This is how you should be kept, fucked full of come by a bull night and day. Not stuck in some stuffy office, playing at being human,” he husked as you whimpered.

“P-please, I need -” you didn’t want to admit it but you were nearly in tears. Mosh’s teasing combined with the cockwarming was making you feel like you were bursting at the seams - this was more intense than anything you’d ever taken before.

“I gotcha, little cow. Don’t worry, just needed to get ya used to me. Feels good, yeah?” Mosh asked you, running a hand down your back. Your chest was heaving, unable to catch your breath from the overwhelming sensations.

“Y-yeah,” you said, an errant tear streaking down your cheek. You wiped it away before he could see the effect he was having on you.

“Gonna make you feel better now, OK? Gonna take care of ya,” he murmured, still running his hands over your skin. “Just a few minutes like this, getcha warmed up for me. Wanna see what this pretty little pussy can do, don’t wanna hurt cha on the first round, yeah? It’ll be better for you if we take our time, none of that impatience,” You nodded, knowing he was right but still wanting more.

He nuzzled into your ear and used his long tongue to lick up and down your neck and in your ear. One hand remained pressed against your stomach while the other errantly played with your tits. Eventually your breath evened out and you were able to sit on Mosh’s lap without scooting around every moment. Your eyes returned to the paperwork on his desk, noticing some legal documents with notes scribbled in the margin in clean handwriting.

“Time’s up, I think you can take it. Made a mess of my thighs with your slick already,” Mosh said unexpectedly, pulling himself all the way out of you. You nearly cried from the loss of contact but Mosh quickly had you in his arms and moved you onto his desk, putting you on hands and knees. With the desk’s height, you were now perfectly aligned for Mosh to slide back into you, making you moan low in your throat. Mosh started to fuck you slowly, pushing himself into you inch by inch and removing himself at the same speed. You pushed your hips back but were met by his hands holding you in place.

“Easy, calm down. ‘S not a race,” he stated, unamused at your antics. You hummed but allowed him to set his slow pace. After a few long strokes, he began to move faster, thrusting himself into you fully. His long, hard cock was just the right length - long enough to give you what you wanted without causing pain now that he'd stretched you. You tossed your hair back and sighed from contentment.

Reaching over you, Mosh grabbed the medical equipment off the corner of the desk. It was a medium sized gray box with two tubes coming out the side. If you didn’t know any better, you would have said it was a nebulizer. He flicked a switch on the side and grabbed two plastic cylinders that had been lying on the desk, attaching them to the ends of the tubes. The machine started to hum as the intermittent sound of air hissing filled the air. Before you could ask what it was for, Mosh pinched your right nipple and placed one of the cylinders over the hardened bud. The machine created a vacuum and the cylinder stuck in place, pulling your nipple gently every few seconds. It kind of felt like someone was sucking on them, but very lightly.

“Ever been milked before?” he asked, already pinching your other nipple. You shook your head as the machine started to rhythmically pull on both nipples. Mosh was slowly thrusting as he checked the fit and pulled on the cylinders to make sure they would stay. Once both cylinders were over the center of your areolas, he turned up the dial on the machine. Suddenly, the pressure increased as the milking machine pulled on your nipples while Mosh started fucking you faster. Mosh’s movements made the tubing bounce against your chest as his balls started swinging again. The harsh bite of the machine against your sensitive nipples was on the edge of pain but combined with Mosh’s pistoning it felt heavenly, though overwhelming.

“A-ah, n-no, this is too m-much -”

“You’re gonna like being milked, you’re a Jersey cow,” Mosh proclaimed while snaking a hand under you. His fingers rubbed and gently pinched your clit while he fucked you with his massive cock and the machine milked your tits. The milking machine felt like it was biting your nipples with the pressure and every thrust of Mosh’s cock had his juicy balls swinging against you. He picked up his pace, his every thrust hitting your cunt just right. You closed your eyes as you hurtled towards your first orgasm, an animalistic moan ripped from your throat as your walls clenched hard around the fat cock in you.

“ G’na come for me, little cow? G’na come all over this huge bull cock like the heifer you are?” Mosh teased you, rubbing your clit faster. “C’mon, you can do it. C’mon, come all over me like the messy, sloppy little cow you are,” Mosh said, giving your clit a light pinch. That was all it took for the band that had been tightening within you to snap as you screamed your first orgasm of the night. Mosh fucked you through your high, never stalling or missing a beat, just keeping that steady pace that was driving you to madness. Once you’d come back down, you grabbed one of the cylinders on your nipples and tried to pull it off. Mosh’s hand found your own and placed it back on the desk. He stuck the fingers that had been rubbing your clit into your mouth, which you accepted with a slack mouth. You were too burnt right now between the orgasm and your estrus to fight or argue so you sucked his fingers obediently.

“Oh, I’m not done with you, my little dairy cow. C’mere,” Mosh said, removing his fingers, grabbing you around the middle. He turned the machine down slightly but it continued to pull and tug on your now sore nipples. You whined but as his tempo picked up again all you could do was lower your shoulders to take what he was giving you. You weren’t usually like this with your partners but you weren’t usually being fucked by a massive bull while being milked.

“ Fuck! This pussy is nnh too fuckin’ aah good, can’t stop- can’t - need ta- hah hah, ” Mosh babbled at you as his thrusts became more erratic. You were loving it, allowing yourself to be taken by a huge bull was one of your biggest secret fantasies. Mosh grabbed your hair in one fist, pulling your head back. The other hand spread your ass cheeks, his thumb starting to circle your tight back ring. You felt the budding of another orgasm as he fucked into you and pushed against your untried ass.

“G’na fuck you here too, little cow. You’re gonna be dripping from every hole,” Mosh grunted, his words sounding more like a promise than dirty talk. You panted back at him, unable to form coherent words as he worked you over. As he reached his peak, he stuck the tip of his thumb in your hole, which made you clench down on his cock in pleasure as you came again. He continued to pump into you, his hot ropes of come spurting deep within you. You weren’t worried, you were on birth control and had been for a long time.

After giving you a few small thrusts, Mosh leaned over and turned off the machine. As Mosh grabbed the cylinders and gently tugged them off you hissed. During the act it had felt great to be milked but now your nipples were stiff and sore. You didn’t know how you were still on hands and knees - you wanted to collapse against the comfortable looking bed. Mosh scooped you up off the desk and you fell limp into his arms as he turned you over to inspect you.

“Still alive, little cow?” he asked, his cock somehow hard again and bobbing against your ass. His head dipped down as he captured a nipple in his warm mouth. You put your hands on his head to push him away but the way his tongue laved over your nipple actually felt pleasant. Instead you settled into his arms as he sat back down in the chair with you in his lap.

“Y’know, if we put you on the machine enough, your milk will come in,” Mosh stated, switching over to your other nipple. You hummed but the thought had your pussy pulsing in heat. “What? Ya didn’t know that?” Mosh laughed lightly. “Never been milked either, huh? Kinda fuckass bulls you been with before?” he asked teasingly.

“Never been with a bull before,” you said with a shrug. Mosh’s mouth opened slightly as his eyebrows furrowed in the middle.

“Whaddya mean? You weren’t a virgin or anything -”

“No, no. I’ve had sex before, lots. Never with a bull though. Just humans,” you replied as Mosh settled you on his lap, a string of come dripping from your core onto his massive thighs.

“Shit. I didn’t - I woulda been easier on ya if I knew it was your first time,” he said, rubbing your shoulders sympathetically. Now was your turn for you to furrow your brow.

“Like I said, I wasn’t a virgin. Had loads of sex before -”

“Nothing like that though, I’m sure. No human can compete with a bull. You’ve probably been suffering every month because of your pride. Like I said, sorry,” Mosh said with real affection in his voice. You weren’t sure how to take his words - you didn’t want his sympathy or empathy but some part of you wondered if he was right.

“By the way, you don’t have to answer that cease and desist,” you said with a yawn while relaxing your head on Mosh’s shoulder.

“What’s that?” Mosh asked with interest, for once not telling you to be patient or calm down.

“That cease and desist for loud sexual noise on your desk. It doesn’t mean anything, you can keep it for your records or throw it in the garbage. Farm land comes with farm noises, like hybrids and animals fucking,” you explained, now calm after your two massive orgasms.

“‘S helpful to know. You a legal assistant or somethin’?” he asked, still massaging your sore nipples.

“Lawyer,” you replied, not giving any more information than necessary.

“Hybrids can’t become lawyers,” Mosh replied, his tone a little more bitter than you were expecting.

“There’s no laws prohibiting hybrids from becoming lawyers. Most colleges will turn down hybrids based on their names or how they look or any reason they can find, but legally hybrids aren’t barred from the profession. I found a school that didn’t ask for my birth certificate and a few years later became a lawyer. No one knows I’m not human though,” you said sleepily. Mosh didn’t respond but picked up your limp body and brought you over to the bed.

“Hmm. Might have ya look over a few things later if you’re not too fucked out,” he said, taking the covers off the made bed and placing you on the sheets. He picked up one of your ankles and undid the clasp to your shoes with surprising delicacy. Throwing the expensive shoe over his shoulder, he repeated the same process to your other foot. You sighed in contentment as your feet were now free from the lovely looking but horrible feeling high heels.

“ ‘S fine, I’ll glance at whatever. But I don’t wanna waste my time sleeping,” you said as he covered you with a blanket. It smelled like sweet hay and reminded you of the blanket you kept from your old barn.

“Always about wasting time with you. Take a short nap, you’ll need it for what I’m going to do to you next,” Mosh said, spanking your ass with no heat. “Don’t cha want to see how you’ll look with a tail?”

“Don’t have a tail,” you mumbled, already drifting off.

“You will in about an hour. Hope your ass is ready,” Mosh said with a smirk. You snorted but decided against arguing. You trusted Mosh would prep you and you were a little curious.

Roughly a half dozen hours later and you were leaking Mosh’s come from every hole. He’d thoroughly used your mouth, pussy, and ass, and you’d loved every minute of it. Your estrus had ended and it was the best one you’d ever had. You were in the bed he’d bent you over, had you ride him on, and had taken you in every position you knew. Stretching your arms and legs, you reveled in the soreness of your body and the knowledge that you’d been thoroughly and completely fucked out of your mind. Mosh had gone to shower and you sauntered into the steamy bathroom for a quick chat before you left.

“I gotta go, my time’s up,” you said, sitting yourself on the counter and letting your legs dangle.

“Could always stay for round two,” Mosh offered, soaping up his torso. You saw your lingering bite marks on his nipples and thought over his offer for a moment. It was tempting but you had a life to get back to.

“We already had rounds two through ten,” you replied, watching the suds run down his gorgeous body.

“I’ll see ya next time then. Don’t wax your hair off, I like ya natural,” he said, his cock starting to harden as he watched your naked form sitting on his bathroom counter.

“And what makes you think there’s a next time? Maybe I won’t come back next month,” you said, arching an eyebrow. Mosh just smirked at you, running a hand up and down his thick horns. He knew - and you knew - he was right. There would be a next time, you were already imagining it in your mind. You’d make the hike out to this shithole every weekend if you could get more of Mosh.

“You’ll be back. See ya next estrus little cow. Don’t wax,” he said with another smile. You returned it and walked back to the main room and began to get dressed. It didn’t take long since you hadn’t worn all that much so you were done in about ten minutes. You yelled a quick goodbye to Mosh and opened the bedroom door, not bothering to put your painful heels back on your feet. Walking down the hallway through the main house, you heard sniffling coming through an open door. You slowed your walk - it wasn’t really your business but you’d always been a hybrid who supported hybrids so you wanted to lend a hand where you could. Pushing open the wood door a little more, you saw a tired looking orange cow hybrid sitting on the floor, sniffling as she cried quietly. Leaning against the door frame with your heels in your hands, you considered her for a moment. She looked up at you with some inscrutable emotion before returning to her thoughts.

“What’s the matter Red? Bad estrus?” you asked.

“No. Don’t wanna be here,” the cow mumbled out.

“So leave? What’s the issue?” you pressed. It wasn’t really your business but the cow kind of reminded you of your younger cousins and maybe all of Mosh’s talk about being a hybrid had hit home for you.

“Can’t. They bought me,” the cow said, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand.

“They can’t buy you. It doesn’t work like that,” you automatically replied. You’d provided a lot of pro bono legal support anonymously to hybrids over the years as a way to assuage your guilt for blending in. You’d helped save hundreds of cows from situations they didn’t want to be in - the laws of guardianship weren’t well known and kept purposefully vague in order to subjugate hybrids. It had almost become your personal mission to help as my cows as you could escape from abusive farms and “owners.”

“Well they did. And now I can’t leave,” the cow stated, putting her head back down on her knees.

“Sure you can. C’mon, I’ll take you back to New World City. You know someone there?” you asked. The cow looked up at you with big eyes as you fished out your keys from your designer purse. Sure, this would be your first in person saving, but it wasn’t really any different than helping hybrids with legal advice.

“You’d do that? Really? But I - they’re gonna punish us. I tried getting out once and I got caught and -” you threw your keys up in the air and caught them in your palm.

“Baby, they’re only gonna punish you if they can catch you. Sure, I’m a lawyer now. But I used to be an ace driver - faster than lightning and just as unpredictable. Let’s hit it,” you stated with a wide smile. The cow’s eyes lit up as she stood and followed closely behind you.

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